So, I look in your direction

But you pay me no attention, do you?

I know you don't listen to me

'Cause you say you see straight through me, don't you?

And on and on

from the moment I wake, to the moment I sleep

I'll be there by your side, just you try and stop me.

I'll be waiting in line, just to see if you care.

Ohhh, did you want me to change?

Well I changed for good.

I want you to know that you'll always get your way.

I wanted to to say...

Don't you shiver.

Shiver by Coldplay

Chapter numero cinco (BPOV)

I was still ignoring Alice. She had tried to approach me numerous times but I just walked away. I sensed some little birdie told her I'd heard her conversation with Edward.

I was back in my old routine, but something had changed. Before I paid attention to what people said, but now I paid attention to them personally. Before my vision was clouded, not my hearing. But now, every time someone fidgeted in their seat in class or spoke in the hallways, I was acutely aware.

That also meant I was aware of the stares. From everyone. Teachers, students, the lunch ladies. I never realized how obvious they all were.

Especially Edward's.

He made no attempt to hide them. Blatantly staring at me across the lunchroom like he was trying to figure me out. I thought about flipping him off once, but I knew deep down I didn't have the guts to do it. Plus he really didn't deserve it. I just wanted him to think of me as a bad-ass. Which was lame of me.

Sometimes I wished he would just suddenly get up from his own lunch table and walk over towards mine. He would sit down across from me and he would smile at me. I would blush, of course, and he would make some romantic remark. And then we would live happily ever after.

But that was just a fantasy, one I knew was a long shot.

It was a Friday and I was leaving my last class and walking towards my truck. Edward was ahead of me in his own little world. I was staring at him, longingly, when I saw him drop something out of his pocket. I thought about getting his attention, but he was already far ahead of me. So I picked up the piece of paper and I shoved it in my pocket. I looked around suspiciously hoping no one saw me being a total creeper.

I walked quickly to my truck. I decided that I wouldn't look at the note until I was in the safe confines of my truck.

When I was in my truck I pulled out the note and I just looked at it. It was folded a few times and it was thick paper. The same kind of a paper an artist would use to sketch on.

I tried opening the note several times but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I felt as if I was invading Edward's most private thoughts. And I wasn't one to go snooping where I was not invited.

I sighed, frustrated that I held a piece of Edward, that probably was dear to him, and I didn't have the guts to open it. I threw the note into my bag and started my truck. When I checked my mirrors I caught a glimpse of Edward at his car. He was checking his pockets for something. I raised my eyebrows. I'd bet twenty bucks I know exactly what he is looking for. I looked at his face and saw that it held no worry or panic, but just sadness. Like he would missed what he had lost.

I left school without looking at Edward again. I still felt guilty for keeping it from him. I knew I would be tempted to open it all weekend.

This was going to be a long weekend.

When I walked into my house I called out my dad's name, knowing he wasn't there. I walked into the kitchen and sifted through the fridge hoping to find something edible. I shut the door without finding anything and a note on the kitchen table caught my eye.

Bella,

I'm sorry but I won't be home at all this weekend. The police chief in Olympia asked me to come down and help with something. I left you money in our secret hiding spot. It's one hundred dollars so you should be good all weekend. Take care and be safe.

Dad.

That was my dad. Short and sweet. He felt no need to add extra details. Only what was necessary.

I plopped down on a chair in the kitchen. A whole weekend to myself. Just what I didn't need. I was always by myself, but at home, at least my dad was here.

I sat there for a while just staring at the floor. While I was alone I had the deepest urge to go out and buy a puppy. Yes, it was irresponsible for me to get a dog because it probably wouldn't last a week. I wasn't really good with pets. But I just wanted the companionship.

I finally got up and went up to my room, deciding I was to tired to eat tonight. I crawled into bed, shut my eyes and drifted.

Saturday morning I awoke with no voice and throat that burned every time I breathed. I didn't usually get sick so I was surprised that I was so sick now.

I went downstairs and took some medicine. It was horrible. I forgot how much I hated taking cold medicine. It tasted like death.

Even though I was sick I knew I didn't want to sit at home today, so as I was trying to eat my breakfast I thought about what there was to do. I could always go to the beach but it was kind of boring by yourself. Charlie had left me more than enough money for food for the weekend so I could always spend some of that in Port Angeles.

I decided I would spend the day at Port Angeles roaming around town. A day out of Forks seemed to be what I needed.

The drive to Port Angeles went slowly. I don't even really remember it. I just remember turning on the radio and getting here.

It was the off season for tourism so the town was dead. I went into some stores not really knowing what I was looking for.

And then I saw the bookstore.

A huge smile immediately crossed my face as I walked into the store. I inhaled, reveling in the scent. I was such a nerd, but I didn't really give a shit who thought so.

The store was very quant, very small. Sometimes I wished this town had a Barnes and Noble or a Borders but mostly I just loved the feel of a small bookstore. It made me feel at home.

I was in the store for over three hours. Time flew. I left the store with about seven books and ten dollars left. Just enough for me to get some cheap fast food and head home.

I was rounding a corner street when I ran into someone dropping everything in my hand.

"Shit," I muttered reaching down to pick up my things.

"I didn't know you cussed, Bella." The voice made me drop everything once again.

I looked up to see Edward Cullen smirking at me from behind his sunglasses. I glanced at him and he looked….stylish. He was wearing light faded jeans, with chucks and t-shirt with a design I didn't recognize on it. His sunglasses looked as if they were Ray Bans, but I, not being a fashionista, wasn't really sure.

I looked up at him again and saw that his face was still waiting for me to reply so I just shrugged standing up and walking towards my truck.

"What are you doing here?" He asked following me.

I tried to speak but all that came out was this gross sound. So I still didn't have my voice. So I pointed to my throat and Edward nodded understanding.

"How about you come have lunch with me?"

I looked up at him, surprised he was offering. I tried to get a read on his face but his sunglasses made that impossible.

I pulled out my phone and typed a message. I handed it to him.

I wouldn't be much fun seeing as how I can't even speak.

He shrugged. "It's not like you talk to me when you had your voice anyways."

I narrowed my eyes and snatched my phone away from his hand. I started walking away. I felt Edward put his hand on my shoulder and turn me around. I tried resisting but Edward was pretty strong.

"Listen Bella, I'm sorry I said that. It was inappropriate. I'm sure you have very good reasons not to talk to me." Edward took his sunglasses off and his eyes really did seems apologetic.

So, I relented.

I held out my hand in a lead the way fashion and we began walking. It was quiet, and I figured that even if I did have my voice it still would have been quiet. He led me to this restaurant that looked alright from outside. I grabbed his arm before we went in and I typed a message and handed it to him.

Is this place expensive? I only have like ten dollars left.

Edward shook his head. "It's on me."

Now I shook my head. There was no way I was going to let him pay for my food. No way.

"Please Bella? Let me make up for the rude comment."

Just then my stomach growled. And Edward raised his eyebrows at me. I rolled my eyes and walked in.

Here we go.

AN: So...sorry this was so late! Work, Marching Band, Summer homework. They all kept me super busy. I hope you enjoy this chapter :)

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